If Heaven wanted someone dead, they had no choice but to die. That was the consensus of most people, but not everyone.
Even if Heaven and Earth raged and gods and Buddhas roared, Fan Lang would still contend and fight until the very last drop of blood had been shed.
If he was destined to die someday, then he would surely die in battle.
Compared to the vast heavens above, his body was tiny, but within that tiny body burned boundless fighting spirit.
The human heart could stand taller than Heaven!
"Heavenly Dao, come fight!"
Fan Lang straightened proudly and activated the power within him. His aura erupted like a roaring volcano as Mystic Power burst from more than twenty thousand Acupoints across his body, transforming into dazzling spheres of light that illuminated all directions and rivaled the sun and moon.
"You seek death, so I shall grant it to you!"
The Heavenly Dao Incarnation shouted. A furious arhat expression surfaced on his handsome face, veins bulging across his furrowed brow as he pointed at Fan Lang.
Seven blood-red characters for "kill" appeared around them, then transformed into seven crimson streaks of light that shot straight at Fan Lang.
Fan Lang transformed into Human Dragon Form and threw punch after punch through the air, striking the incoming red lights and triggering explosion after explosion. He blasted apart every streak of red light while fighting his way closer to the Heavenly Dao Incarnation.
The Heavenly Dao Incarnation frowned even more deeply. After absorbing the Dragon Pearl, Fan Lang's strength had increased again.
When an unparalleled genius like this broke through to the Mystic God Realm, he was destined to inflict severe damage upon the Heavenly Dao. The harm he alone could cause was equivalent to that of a hundred ordinary Mystic